I want to tell you about the ugly bird I saw strutting on stage tonight, and a hero who spoke with the words of a mortal, and the planet that fell down upon my shoulders. I want to tell you everything, and I want you to listen, and I want you to care. I want to know that I am safe with you, not just physically. I want to be free from fear of retribution from you. I want a lot of things, and I'm sorry for that. I wish I knew how not to want.
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